Poetronyms
I wound the dressing around my wound,
has I tear it off a tear.
Runs down my cheek and I realize,
what your eyes are about to hear.
The wind can't wind my watch I watch,
and see it isn't so.
The bark can't bark its from a tree,
and not the dog I know.
The dove dove down then swooped back up,
just putting on a show.
I shot the bow then took a bow,
has I aced the target slow.
I'm so close to close this deal,
just read what I read and you'll know.
Copyright © Ken Bennight | Year Posted 2016
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